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第八十二回
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The Fair Girl Seeks the Yang · The Primal Spirit Guards the Way

紅紙格子
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原文 Original text 繁體 Traditional Reader's edition

紅紙格子 Behind the Red Paper Lattice

zhīdexīnxìngjiǎruòbèinòngdònglealiúzàizhè。」zhǎnchìfēidàobiānkànchùdōnglángxiàshàngmíngxiààndehóngzhǐzimiànzuòzhetángsēnglizhīdexīnxìngjiǎruòbèinòngdònglealiúzàizhè。」zhǎnchìfēidàobiānkànchùdōnglángxiàshàngmíngxiààndehóngzhǐzimiànzuòzhetángsēngli


逐句解 Line by line

zhīdexīnxìng zhīdexīnxìng

"I wonder what state his mind is in?"

The question is startling and entirely serious. 心性 is the disposition of the heart-mind, the Buddhist term for a person's fundamental temper — Pilgrim is asking whether his master has been tempted.

jiǎruòbèinòngdònglealiúzàizhè。」 jiǎruòbèinòngdònglealiúzàizhè。」

"If he has let her work on him and move him, then he may as well be left here."

The two characters at the end are 也罷, read yě bà, the resigned so-be-it — not the light suggestion particle. 摩弄 is to handle and work at something until it gives, and Pilgrim's willingness to abandon his master on the strength of it is the coldest line he has spoken all chapter.

zhǎnchìfēidàobiānkànchùdōnglángxiàshàngmíngxiààndehóngzhǐzimiànzuòzhetángsēngli zhǎnchìfēidàobiānkànchùdōnglángxiàshàngmíngxiààndehóngzhǐzimiànzuòzhetángsēngli

He spread his wings at once and flew inside to look, and there in the east corridor, behind a red paper lattice, light above and dark below, sat the Tang Monk.

The set of the scene is exact. A 格子 is a latticed window or screen; papered red and lit from above, it lets a shape be seen and not a face. Here is zhe, the reading for a state held in place — he is not sitting down, he has been sitting.


總評 Commentary

Pilgrim's condition is worth stopping on, because it tells you what this novel thinks is at stake. He does not ask whether Tripitaka is hurt. He asks whether Tripitaka has wavered, and says that if he has, the rescue is off.

This is not cruelty so much as the logic of the whole journey. The pilgrimage is a training in not being moved, and a master who could be moved by a fiend in a flowered jacket would have failed the test the journey exists to set. The chapter is about to give us Tripitaka's answer, and it is furious.

The staging deserves its credit too. Red paper, light from above, dark below, a seated shape behind a lattice. The novel has spent a hundred characters on architecture and it cashes them in here for a single image of a man held in a bright box.